#nothiding
- Karen Stone
- Jun 3, 2021
- 1 min read

A tiny bird.
It’s bones are made of wind and ice.
So frail,
so ill equipped for what just happened.
It is impossible
at this moment
to even wonder
how
it could heal.
It lies in my hands,
bloody hands,
bloody hands because I took it out of my own chest,
to see why it was hurting so much.
21/5/21



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